#sosmuts

Mr. Bulme, our PE teacher, was sort of cute, which was the only silver lining of the whole thing. Young and graced with some middle-east origins he had a hot caramel skin and a 3 days' beard, he looked like he belonged to a TV show or something, the only odd thing being his slim figure. Would he have been more muscular and V-shaped he'd be a knocker. Most girls had a small crush on him, we knew he was married but whatever. I stood with the others in front of him, waiting for the instructions, though we knew exactly what we were about to do.

"Endurance today! Each of you takes a chronometer and runs stadium laps, not only on the racing area, I want you to climb the stairs and go all the way around the bleachers then down the stairs and back on track. Got it? Each time you cross the finish line you click your chrono. Any question?"

Yes I have a question, can I just die right now or do I have to run and die after? Shit I should have ditch this class.

I started running slow, really slow, probably looking like a poor handicapped animal. I hate sports, I was already bored, and we were not allowed to have music so the only sound was my whaling breathing and the thumps of my feet on the ground. Just a few more minutes and I'd be free.

Climbing the stairs my breathing was already erratic ; I just wanted to stop and that was definitely what I was about to do. Once in the bleachers I took my secret little turn that gave access to the back of it, where no one could see me. I dropped on a bench and tried to locate Abigail. She was in my class and about as bad as I was so I'd usually just sit there and tap my chrono when she crossed the line. Yeah that was my kind of endurance. The teacher typically just sat front row and pay attention to absolutely everything but his class, he'd play on his phone, text, sometimes he'd go missing for several minutes or go grab a coffee at the machine. Using my shirt to wipe my forehead from the very tiny film of wetness, I jumped a little at a wolf-whistle sound.

"Nice body." he add.

Michael Clifford was in my year, but we only had PE together and let's say he was not your average athletic guy. Not the slightest chubby despite it, he was the musician type and his only genuine interest was his band composed of two other dudes from our year and one we don't know ; apparently he was in another school but he's done now and some people say it's the cute guy from the video shop.

"Thanks."

"How do you get it if you don't run?"

"I have extra-curricular activities."

He smirked and I mimicked him, realizing what a 16 year old boy must have thought.

"Don't wanna run today?" I quizzed, redoing my ponytail.

"Oh I never run, but I usually hide being the small shack mid-course, you know the one where they store cones and shit."

"Really?"

"Have you ever seen me running there?"

"I only check for Abigail actually." I admitted.

 "Nice choice, I picked Peter to copy his time."

"He has asthma!" I shockingly said.

"Yeah that's why I chose him!"

We laughed together whole heartedly as I looked at little wrinkles at the corner of his eye. He had an eyebrow pierced recently, probably just since a week or so, I thought that was pretty hot.

"Did it hurt?" I asked out of nowhere.

"Pardon?"

"I meant your piercing sorry."

"Hm not really I guess. Do you have your ears pierced?"

"No."

"The eyebrow hurt a little more than the ears but not much." He said.

I moved closer to him, climbing a few rows to sit next to him.

"I didn't know you had your ears pierced."

"Yeah I take it off for PE or Mr. Bulme freaks out. I forgot I had the brow one but surely I'll have to take it off too."

"Do you want others?"

"Not piercings no, but I wanna get a tattoo."

"Swell! Where?"

"On the arm here." He traced a circle all around his forearm and a second one on the upper arm near the biceps.

"Like some arm-bands?"

"Yeah exactly." He smiled a toothy grin. "What about you?"

"I'd like a tattoo." I thought aloud. "Something small but meaningful."

"You basic girl." he teased. "Let me guess : arrow, bird… no wait a quote!"

"You moron!" I hit his arm and he pretended it hurt. "Nah anyway I'm too scared it's gonna hurt like hell."

"I'm sure girls find tatz and pierc way less painful than dudes do." He decided.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah you are so accustomed to pain! You wax, you bleed and shit and losing virginity must be deadly."

"Not that much." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh, you aren't a virgin then." He smirked and I knew he had totally purposely said that to find out. I simply smiled, feeling the sexual tension building slowly.

"What about you? Surely girls must throw themselves at you, they love boysbands."

"We are a punk-rock band!" he piped in a non-virile voice.

I mocked him with a smile. He had his hair bleached nearly white.I think he was a brunette before but I'm not sure.

"You know what they say about guitarists…" he began seductively.

"No, what do they say?" I was getting into his game, batting my eyelashes at him.

"Guitarists finger faster…" he was so close to me right now.

"Oh really do they?" I bit my lip.

"Also singers do it louder but I should be able to keep it low if necessary…"

I stared at him intensely, the corner of my mouth raising.

"Would it count as a PE lesson if we…" he let his sentence fade into my neck, kissing and biting on it softly.

"Umm definitely." I moaned giving him better access.

I set my palm on his tight and crept up under his sports shorts, one finger at the time.

"Hmmm pianist?" he half moaned.

"Good guess…"

"Fuck yeah."

I reached the outline of his boxers and traced it, inching my hand higher to lay it on his crotch, pleased to find it was already hardening. He opened his legs to let me go further, I rubbed him over the thin cotton boxers he was wearing, squeezing at his length from times to times. His hand dipped under the waistband of my shorts to cup my heat, so I grew bolder and neared the edge of the bench so he could touch me better.

"Stand. Hands on the bench." He ordered. He lowered my shorts slowly, giving a light spank to my ass cheek that made me jump a little. "Naughty girl." He smirked in his voice. "I'd run if you did." He suddenly said and I gave him a skeptical look, not getting his point. "Yeah, I'd run and stay behind you just to stare at that ass."

I smiled at his compliment and heard him get on his knees before feeling his lips connect to the bottom of my spine and trail down along the curve of my bum until his hot breath hit the apex of my thigh, his tongue slurping one time at my core making me shiver hard. His hands on my hips he kissed the top of my thighs like a freaking tease as I opened my legs a bit for him, hoping he'd get my point. Luckily he did and pressed his tongue flat against my core, licking from top to bottom, starting by making my clit tingle, ending with soaking my entrance some more with his saliva. His hands moved from their place to knead at my ass, squeezing then parting my cheeks so he could get even closer to me, eating me with fever and urgency. Tracing lines and shapes with the very tip of his tongue, he flicked at my clit fast and hard, making a mess between my legs.

"Michael I- Stop please." I asked, feeling my climax nearing. He complied and sat on the bench, panting, his lips cherry red and shiny, parted open in a way that only made me want to dive my tongue into his mouth. I threw myself at him, my hands gripping his hair as I forced my mouth on his, biting hard on his lips, pulling them between my teeth and groaning involuntarily from pleasure. He was taking off his shorts hastily, desperate to be free from the restraints : seeing my position was not practical for him I climbed off and helped him out of the clothes, on my knees between his legs. I drooled to wet his cock and snatched my hands up to his waist, creeping up to his nipples to pinch them, earning a satisfied growl from him. I parted my lips and passed his length in my mouth, already bobbing up and down. His gasps more presents with each move, I didn't stop roaming my palms on his skin underneath his t-shirt and gave some quick licks on his round head before taking him deep again. Nodding up and down, I felt his hips bucking to me, like begging me to take more but that's when I decided to stop, thinking he was ready for me : we didn't have much time after all.

I faced him and sat on his shaft, his fingertips digging softly into my back as he was enveloped with my warmth and wetness. I felt him contract and suck a breath when I crashed my lips to his for a hurried kiss. He seemed taken aback at first but quickly picked up the action, moaning into my mouth, exhaling sweetly but teasing my lips with his teeth.

My hands went to find support on the seat from the upper row, cladding my chest to Michael's face who was quick to lift my t-shirt and pull down the cups of my bra so he could burry and rub his head between my breasts. He occasionally dropped kisses on my burning skin, sending hot blows now and then whenever he panted or moaned.

Overwhelmed at the sensation of him, I focused on his breathing, trying to pick up his rhythm and sore from biting the inside of my mouth I parted my lips to let my moans fly out, though keeping them low as possible.

"Oh God you're hot, so hot." He murmured in my ear in low complaints.

I bounced faster on him, hearing the occasional fainted but quick footsteps from our running classmates, when Michael's breathing got so uneven that it could only mean a thing.

"Come Michael come!" I muttered to his attention, licking his ear. He answered me in some small strangled whimpers, and I squeezed my pussy around him, giving him no choice but to come and release what he was desperately trying to hold back. A glimpse of consciousness made him reach for my clit with his wet thumb and press hard, moving with no real pattern or else, just wanting to make me come. A spasm got me, I stopped breathing, frozen in pleasure on top of him, my hands gripping him tight as ever and my mouth opened but no sound escaping – I really needed to keep quiet.

I put my shorts back on directly, I was to get change soon anyway so it was no big deal to soak them, but I could afford preserving my underwear. Michael stepped back into his own boxers and shorts, smirking like a schoolboy who had just done something terribly wrong. I didn't need to fake-mess my ponytail this time for Mr. Bulme to believe I had run.

Michael elbowed me and I noticed some classmates walking to the starting line, meaning the class had ended. He followed me trotting and we were greeted by the surprised face of someone who was running in the bleachers area when we emerged from a turn. We mingled into the crowd and went to give our chronometers to the teacher so he could report our times on his sheet. He'd do this every week. That's when it hit me : I had totally forgotten to tap my chronometer… Seeing no escape I followed Michael in line.

"Y/N, Michael, what happened with your chronos?" Mr Bulme furrowed his eyebrows in confusion seeing each of us had only ran one lap according to our little devices.

"Erm, I dunno, I clicked on each lap." Michael lied defiantly.

"Yeah me too. Battery must be low, should have pressed the button harder." I picked up his story.

Mr Bulme examined the yellow chronos with attention. "They seem fine… what the… Oh whatever, I'll just copy last week's data, I can tell from the sweat and breathing you guys ran and didn't sit somewhere for coffee." He laughed whole heartedly.

.

We were all lazily spread on the couch or against it, having drenched a few beers already and Michael had just found a bottle of vodka and despite the pizza filling our stomachs I was feeling extremely free. My thoughts wandered to everything that had happened during this short break. I can't believe I've had sex with all of my best friends. The Weeknd' song plays in my mind. And I woke up in the kitchen thinking how the hell did this shit happened? Also I had fulfilled a long-time fantasy of trying some Sub play and now I knew : I loved it. I have no idea how I'm supposed to explain this to a future boyfriend. Hi, nice to meet you, can I call you Daddy? Yeah right. I had never really thought that Ashton's rumored Daddy kink was true actually, and even though I knew Luke was not the shy virgin most people like to picture, I was ages from thinking he was so experienced. Legs spread across Calum's lap I shifted a little, my top revealing a bit a cleavage. He winked at me and I smiled : I wasn't shy or very modest anyway.

"Let's play a game." Luke suggested.

"Don't make Y/N drink too much she's got a plane to ride tomorrow." Calum dropped.

"Let's mix this shit up with some truth or dare then." Michael decided, setting his empty bottle on the carpeted floor, motioning for us to come sit around.

"By all means, ladies first." Ashton told me and I spinned the bottle who chose Mike.

"Michael! Truth or dare?"

"I'm gonna go with dare."

"I dare you to call a random number and tell them who you are!"

He ringed and ended up speaking to a middle-aged man, not too impressed with being in direct line with Michael Clifford from 5 Seconds of Summer. We were laughing at the way he had just been treated when Michael gave his bottle a spin before designating Ashton.

"Truth." the curly headed guy picked.

"You wanker." Michael insulted him. "Oh, when did you last wank?"

"This morning."

"To what?" Michael nearly cut him.

"Uh uh my turn!" Ashton giggled, blushing slightly. "Ohh Michael again, well what did you last wank to?"

"I thought this was called truth or dare." Mike pointed, still he answered. "Memory of a recent shagging." I swear he gave me a look. "Calum…"

"Dare."

"I dare you… to palm Y/N's tits. If she's ok obviously."

I nodded signaling it was fine with me : Calum didn't need further encouragement and groped my tits heavily in his hands, hefting and kneading enthusiastically. He unwillingly left my body to spin the bottle that chose me.

"Truth." I picked.

"Was any of us the best fuck of your life?" Calum shot straight.

I was taken aback by the question.

"I think yeah, I think that erm… playtimes with you guys were definitely the best sex I've had." I finally admitted aloud.

"Which playtime?" Michael groaned.

"Was the real question who's the best fuck?" I laughed sipping on my beer. "Too bad, my turn to spin. Haaa Luke." I said a smug grin plastered on my face.

"Gonna go with truth."

"Ever shagged a girl and never called back?" I asked, curious to break his goody two shoes image some more.

"Yeah sure, not too proud but yeah." he dropped. I wondered if it had happened more than once, if he knew the girl at all, but deep down I knew I was fooling myself with questions I did not care to answer just in order to distract me from the fact that it was actually quite arousing to picture him fucking a girl then being a jerk.

"Ashton… Ashton... How long have you known you had a daddy kink?" Luke asked without even asking him the main question of this game supposedly called truth or dare.

"Like a year or so, I sorta accidentally spanked a girl and I totally loved it." he babbled spinning the bottle again as others laughed wondering aloud how the hell one does accidentally spanks another. "Rha I was caught in the act ok? I just let my hand fall and she squealed and- oh shut the fuck up you freaks. Oh, Y/N, you again, haha, so?"

"Dare." I decide, determined to avoid any more embarrassing questions.

There was a moment before he finally decided.

"I dare you to recognize us by just our kissing in a game of Too Hot but a blindfolded version." Ashton articulated holding my gaze.

"Go ahead blindfold me…daddy." I teased, delicately closing my eyes, waiting for his reaction. Someone took my hand for me to stand up and I felt a scarf or something settling over my eyes, a loosely knotted at the back of my head.

"Kissing and kissing only, on the lips, no palming, no feeling up, no nothing, plain old kissing." Luke set as rule. "We kiss you, we switch, you tell us in which order we kissed you at the end."

"How many fingers?" Calum's voice asked.

"My favorite is two, you guys move them better than when you put three…" I playfully answered and I heard their giggles. I'd recognize them with their giggles, sneezes or even sighs. But their kisses… I wasn't sure.

Someone grabbed my wrists behind my back and I felt a soft woolen material around them.

"I thought we were playing Too Hot."

"I thought I was the one to call the shots here." Ashton's voice muttered in my ear making me shiver with anticipation. "I love seeing you all tied…baby girl. Now shh, game on."

I stood straight as a student in the middle of the living room, between pizza boxes. Shifting uneasily from a foot to the other, lips attacked mine. They were wet, sort of warm and soft. The kiss is gentle, his lips imprisoning my bottom lip between them but not using teeth at all for his lips are covering them. I find myself responding to the kiss quite naturally, pressing my lips against his as he radiates heat. A taste of toothpaste and coke filled my mouth as I breathed in a sweet fainted odor of banana and almond that made me think of breakfast.

The second player had thinner lips, they were not as soft. He started with his upper lip against my lower, inching up so they met perfectly, allowing me to feel a slight growing mustache against my upper lip when he did so. I sighed at the thought of it against my clit. He was less careful, faster in his actions and his tongue was quick to force entrance into my mouth to greet mine. He tasted me entirely, brushing his tongue skillfully and against the right corner of my mouth I felt a small metal thing, revealing for sure the identity of the kisser. I snaked my tongue to his lip ring to poke at it, making him understand I knew who he was and I felt him smile against my lips. He gave me a quick peck before leaving.

Number three had really thin lips, and tasted somehow salty. He smelled something like grass or hay, and a bit of honey, something natural that reminds of hot days. He opened his mouth a lot more than the others, biting me here and there earning moans from me. I gave in to him rapidly and let him have his way with me, enjoying the pressure from the biting. There was not much tongue into this kiss, but he still managed to make it hard for me to breathe. He ended his turn pulling my bottom lip excruciatingly slow, leaving me panting and desperate for more.

Thanks God last contestant was quick to fill his spot ; he had the limpest lips of all, fuller than the others, perhaps even more than number one. He pressed them terribly lightly against mine and kissed in small pecks, brushing the pulp against mine. My nostrils tingled with the smell of cologne, something leafy and earthy at the same time, a relaxing familiar smell. His lips parted he inhaled slowly, making me feel a hint of icy cold over my mouth. I whimpered and pushed my lips to his, tasting the acid slightly citrusy taste of his mouth as he slipped his tongue against mine with a killing indolence. He stopped, breathing in again to leave me cold and furiously aroused.

I was sure, more than a hundred percent sure. I thought I wouldn't find them this way but there was no possible confusion. I had not thought about it but kissing is just not only about kissing : even though I couldn't see them I was able to taste each of them, their breath, to be enveloped with their smell…

"Michael, Luke, Ashton and Calum."

"Is that your final word?" Michael's voice asked.

"It is."

"Explain yourself."

"Michael is the most caring, very respectful, not sure that is the right term you know but yeah he seems to be asking for permission constantly, wants to make sure I'm fine with anything that might happen."

"Luke has the most skillful tongue. I remember from when he made me sit on his face… And yeah he's cocky, in a nice way because he doesn't tease, he gives everything straight, generous lover. And I felt that too." I said smiling and touching the corner of my mouth.

"Ashton is a tease, more dominant I guess, generous too though, he is more playful and wants to let you know who's the man there, he's the one to bite and pull skin, yeah he was the only one to bite actually." I realized aloud.

I heard Ashton clear his throat.

"Calum… Calum likes to tease too but not like Ashton, he's manipulative, teases by giving you so little that you want desperately more, he puts you in that position in which you can't do differently than need him to kiss you more."

"Impressive, baby." Ashton's voice again. "But this was way too easy for a little slut like you… Let's spice the game, shall we?"

"What do you mean…Daddy?" I bit my lip, marking a pause again before dropping the nickname he craved so bad.

"How about we see if you recognize your Daddies' cocks?" Calum asked, hands undressing me slowly, probably his from the closeness of his voice.

"I know I will." I confidently snapped.

"I think someone needs to be reminded of manners." Luke's icy voice snorted. A tone he didn't use often which indicated how much we were already in a new playtime.

"Sorry Daddy Luke." I whined as I felt my panties –last clothing item- leave my body.

"So fucking pretty, so fucking offered to us like a little whore." Luke pinched my nipple telling me these dirty words. "Get on your knees. Now."

"Open your mouth sweetheart." Calum said.

The first cock in my mouth felt very thick and hard as a rock, the hands immediately dug into my scalp to bring me close and I choked a little at the surprise. The skin was thin, raspy and bumpy, the hairs tickling my nose. He gave me a pat on the cheek when and was quickly replaced by someone else. This one was long, longer than the first. I tried to focus and remember who was the longest of them. He teasingly rubbed his dick against the walls of my mouth, stretching my cheeks as I kept my mouth open to let him play as he wished : I didn't have much to do to be honest. Soon enough, he let the third contestant fill my mouth, even though Daddy number 3 just stood and did not stick his cock in my mouth. I took this opportunity to lick him, my tongue found the smooth balls before I let a trail of kisses around his groin and drooled over his shaft. He just accompanied me with some light hip thrusts. My last Daddy poked my lips with his tip and I could instantly feel a wet droplet. I gave him a long lick to estimate his size and confirmed that Number Two was the longest. They were all definitely well-built nonetheless. His skin was soft and he was letting me do all the job, unlike dominant N°1, facetious N°2, but a little more like shallow N°3. Ashton was the first, the hairs and the dominance gave him away immediately. Calum was the third for I'd recognize the groomed crotch and indolent laziness. I think Michael had the longest dick, and I wouldn't be surprised if he liked leading the blowjobs more than Luke, who was more of a giver than a taker. Calum undid my blindfold and smiled, hesitated a second but ended up letting my hands tied.

"Daddy Ashton. Daddy Michael. Daddy Calum. And Daddy Luke." I slowly spoke.

"Impressive as fuck." Michael grinned settling me on the couch before he kneeled in front of me. Calum went to stand behind the couch and laid my head so he could shove his cock in. I suppressed a cough when Michael's wet lips attacked my clit with noisy kisses. He was all focused on the little bundle of nerve and amazed to find me wet already.

"Dirty slut, already dripping, are you dripping from sucking your Daddies' cocks?" he asked between pecks and I hummed in response sending shivers through Calum's shaft. My eyes were closed for my head thrown back and Calum's rapid movements weren't a great match and I didn't want to get dizzy or something, but I definitely felt lips around my nipple and the tip of a tongue poking at it expertly.

"So… I have the most skillful tongue, haven't I Baby Girl?" Luke grinned biting my fragile skin.

I was unable to say anything but his naughty words and excellent technique had me moaning hard and my answer was echoed by the heavy groan Calum emitted after I sent vibrations.

"Shit Y/N that's my good girl, suck Daddy's cock…"

Suddenly a first orgasm hit me hard and out of the blue, all over Michael's tongue. It was quick and unexpected, but too soon my pussy was left alone, and I whimpered to make my disappointment known.

"Don't worry Baby Girl, Daddy's gonna take care of your cunt." Ashton's voice reassured. He had his dominant voice on, a little lower and more groaning than the regular one, there was something animalistic about him when he was turned on. Before I was done processing this thought, he slammed into my pussy.

"That's just one finger Kitten… Oooh you are so wet God…"

Holy shit just one finger? It easily felt like a small dildo or two fingers from anyone else. I contracted my cheeks to expulse Calum from my mouth :

"Haa Daddy, Daddy Ashton fuck!"

He kept easing his finger in and out of me at a slow pace but going so deep it never failed to make me cry out. Calum came sitting next to me so he could attack my nipple and pulled on my restraint setting my hands free, I extended one to nowhere in particular.

"Daddy Michael please…." I begged before he came to put his dick in my palm. Yeah, the longest without a doubt, not by much but sill. He took my hand, licking my fingers one by one before he just wet my palm to let me jerk him off.

"Ooh Baby Girl…"

"Fuck yes Daddy your cock is so perfect…" I purred.

I snaked my other arm under Luke's body, trying to reach blindly for his cock. When I brushed against it, he bucked his hips reflexively to feel more of me and started flicking my nipple fast under his tongue. Ashton's finger left my pussy but were quick to be replaced with his cock that he pumped a few times before thrashing it deep inside of me, parting my legs wide.

"Yes, yes, yes Daddy! I'm gonna-" I yelled as I started stroking Luke and Michael's dicks in sync but before I could finish my sentence my body shook with the force of another orgasm.

"You feel great Baby Girl." Ashton praised and I whimpered some more as Luke went harder on my breast, using gradually more teeth and pulling the soft skin.

Michael walked so he was now sitting next to me, pumping himself fast.

"I think Daddy Ash widened you quite enough for me, come sit on Daddy, Princess." He opened his arms for me to come and I did, leaving Ashton unpleased. Facing Michael, I lowered myself slowly on his shaft, moaning with content at being filled. Luke sat next to us and grabbed my face for a forceful kiss when I suddenly felt something warm against my littlest hole. Considering Ashton was now standing behind the couch in front of me, it was obviously Calum who was licking me. He drooled all over and there was no doubt upon what he had in mind, his tongue teased my ass and his flabby lips send electricity to my body.

"You like Daddy Calum eating your ass Baby Girl?" Luke asked parting from my lips.

"Ye-yes-yeeees!"

"Fucking whore, screaming with no shame, suck on Daddy Princess, Daddy needs you so bad..." Ashton asked and I complied instantly, pushing his throbbing shaft at the back of my mouth.

"Oh yes that's our little fuck-toy…" he groaned in pleasure.

"Hell yeah she gives great head, doesn't she?" Michael chuckled, still bouncing me up and down his length. I heard an unclassy spit and Calum pushed his covered tip in my ass but just stopped there.

"Daddy, Daddy please…" I whimpered.

"What is it Princess?" Calum nonchalantly asked, not moving an inch. Michael had stopped moving to so that Calum could get into me.

"Daddy Calum please I want your cock deep in my ass…" I whined. The round tip was actually uncomfortable at my entrance but nothing compared to when he slammed his full length, and I swear I think I orgasmed from it.

"Fuck Calum easy!" Ashton angrily spat at him but Calum shrugged his shoulders and went to grab my boobs so he could thrust harder.

"It's ok Daddy Ash, I-I –I like it… Oh fuck." And it was true, I was so badly turned on I couldn't care less if it was a little painful.

A tear rolled down my cheek and Michael eased himself out of me, I secured my position by setting my hands on the backrest of the couch and my knees on the seat and Ashton slid his body under mine so he was now holding me tight.

"Shhh it's all good Baby Girl, you're alright… Daddy loves you, you take us so well…" he cooed in my ear giving me a lick and trailing kisses in my neck.

"Lay there Princess." Michael ordered and I spread my body along the couch, head on the armchair, with Luke crawling over me.

"You good Baby Girl?" he asked raising his eyebrows and teasing my entrance with his tip.

"Hmmm yes, yes Daddy Luke I'm good."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes Daddy Luke please…"

He entered me, eager to start thrusting as I admired his body and the ecstatic look on his face as he rocked his hips against mine right before Ashton blocked my view by sitting on my face. I took his heavy balls between my lips and rolled them against one another.

"Shit keep doing that Baby Girl, just like that yeah…" he praised while pumping his cock. He kept this way for a while, making sure to slow down every time he felt me nearing a new peak.

Calum stood straight, his cock pointing upwards and his arms opened.

"Come here Baby Girl, jump in Daddy's arms."

I came to him on woolly members and locked my legs around his waist letting him guide himself into me.

Luke came behind me and pushed us against the wall as he spread my ass cheeks, forcing Calum to wait a little before thrusting.

"Gonna try that ass everyone is crazy about." He chuckled while he rolled a rubber on his length and positioned himself against my wet back hole, gradually getting in. I don't know why they always come so slowly, it comes from a good intention sure but it's actually even more painful.

"Uhhh hurry up Daddy fill my ass!" I screamed, biting down on Calum's collarbone, hiding my face.

I was facing both Calum and the wall but I could feel both men were kissing my neck, making me shiver more and more for it tickled a little. I let a giggle escape my lips and moaned into Calum's ear.

"Ahh Daddy you fill me so good, thank you Daddy Calum…" I whispered.

"Trust me pleasure is mine Kitten." he smiled before kissing me hard.

"Shit your ass is even tighter than I imagined…" Luke moaned into my ear. "It's divine Baby Girl…"

I let out loud cries of pleasure, overwhelmed with sensations, my body tired already still burning with the fierce of my previous orgasms. From afar, I vaguely heard Michael and Ashton's groans, probably pumping their cocks looking at us. The thought combined with Luke and Calum's attacks must have triggered something because I gave in to one more orgasm at this moment, loudly and wetly, my worshipped body now feeling like a ruin. My nails drew pattern onto Calum's honey skin as Luke exited me a bit fast, making it hurt.

Luke laid on the couch to shot his load all over his abs and Ashton grabbed my ponytail to drag my face there.

"Lick that baby girl, lick Daddy Luke's cum over his body."

I obeyed, slurping the white liquid and felling the hard bumps of Luke's muscles.

"That's right lick me clean…" he purred. "How do I taste?"

"Delicious Daddy, I love your cum."

Michael wanked himself until he spilled his clear cum into one of the shot glasses that was on the table, filling it full with the help of a dash of Vodka.

"I dare you to take a shot." Michael told me handing me the shooter. I was never one to refuse a dare. I swallowed the burning liquid in an eye bat, sending everything down my throat immediately.

"So fucking hot…" he muttered biting his lips before crashing them to mine with force. This was a different kiss, a forced one that had me drooling over his lips and groaning into his mouth.

"T-t-t daddy is not done with you yet." Ashton pulled me away from Mike and forced me to bend, my hands on the frame of the couch. "Lovely, lovely ass baby girl." He gave a spanking and I jumped a bit before feeling his cock running between my cheeks. "That's right, my baby girl's got such a tight little ass- oh shit you are so wet, even your dirty little ass is wet you slut you came so hard it makes my fat cock glide between your ass cheeks." he pushed in without a warning but I was well stretched and lubed by now so it wasn't a problem, he was quick to come, just a dozen thrusts were enough to have him spurting messily all over my ass.

"So creamy… I wish we had another baby girl there to lick you clean now…" he said and I groaned in disagreement. "What is it baby?"

"Nothing Daddy."

"Our Baby Girl doesn't want to share us?"

"No." I pouted childishly, a sulky face obvious.

"Don't worry sweetie, you are way more than sufficient to us we don't need more." Calum kissed my forehead and I latched my arms around him like a toddler, feeling his hard-on pressing against my stomach. I squeezed him harder and made him sit in the couch, legs wide apart like a king. I got down for him, crawling until I was between his legs and his cock deep in my mouth, I didn't need to bob my head a lot, I simply pushed him as far as I could and hummed desperate little whimpers that were enough to make him release within seconds down my throat. He groaned loud and stayed there panting, naked on the couch while Michael patted my head.

"What a good girl…"

"Yes baby you're our good girl…" Calum repeated hazy.

"Do you really have to fly back to Australia?" Ashton dared to ask. Do I?

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                "Please guys he was way too drunk for anything!" I interjected shooting Luke a somehow pleading look. I don't know if Ashton remembers me coming to bed early and my babble about Luke being drunk but I couldn't take the risk.

"No, no I was pissed drunk, I nearly threw up on her but Y/N found me and dragged me back here… Thank you by the way Y/N I don't know what would have happened without you…" He slurred in a sleepy voice. I was shocked for a second at his new-found ability to be such a cool-liar.

"That's my girl." Ashton planted a kiss to my cheek, proud of his selfless girlfriend, his kiss feeling like a whip… I should answer something, I know I should.

"Dude really you gotta learn how to dose alcohol!" Calum summoned in a patronizing tone. "You're never gonna get some if you can't get Little Luke up!"

"True, what a shame we just kissed and made out, she had nice tits." Luke pointed matter-of-factly, shocking me again. "But I got her number so maybe I'll ring her or something."

I nearly missed my mouth with my fork and Luke avoided my gaze. He got her number?

"It's funny 'cause I swear someone had fun last night and I thought it was you." Michael told. "But yeah on a second thought it seemed pretty wild so it must have been Ash and Y/N or other guests."

"Please, they aren't that loud." Luke snorted referring to my boyfriend and I. Did he really get that skank's number?

"I'd normally take the blame but I was passed exhausted last night I barely remember Y/N joining me in bed after taking care of Luke." Ash stated. Taking care of Luke, that's definitely a way of saying things.

I poured orange juice into Luke's glass, trying my best to busy myself and ease the awkwardness. Seeing Michael's glass empty I filled him with juice as well.

"Ah thank you mommy!" he piped.

"Guys y'all need to stop calling Y/N mommy it kills my mood!" Ashton laughed, his hand on my thigh.

"But that's true dude, you're the daddy of this band, Y/N's our mommy and we're the kids, except Luke who's the baby obviously." Michael explained.

This was taking an unexpected incestuous turn.

"Yeah, thank you mommy, I love you." Luke childishly added staring me dead in the eye, a glitch of anger in his blue irises. I might have turned white at this moment. I love you. Shit, shit, shit.

"What's today's plan anyway?" I asked in desperate try to move the subject.

"Day off" Cal robotically answered.

"I was actually thinking I should text Tiffany… You know the girl from last night." Luke thought aloud. "What do you guys say, is it too early? Too clingy?"

"Nah dude, she'll love it, like she's gonna think she was your first thought this morning." Cal shared his opinion.

"She was probably second, his first must have been his morning hard-on!" Ashton burst laughing. "It's all related, that's why he was a tad late at breakfast."

Luke blushed this adorable shade of pink-red. What the hell? Did the guy actually wanked himself thinking about that…that girl right after we fucked?? Maybe it was all an act, yes, an act to avoid suspicions. But nobody suspected anything so what was there to hide? What was he playing? I stared while he was typing on his phone, the buzzing almost instantaneous after he set it back on the table.

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"Guys I got a date!" Luke grinned excitedly, showing us his screen.

"You're so fucking awkward Luke I don't even know what this chick likes about you" Calum shook his head and I instantly wanted to punch him. We all knew it was hard enough for Luke to be confident, these kind of remarks were the last thing he needed.

"He's probably the best thing that has ever happened to this miserable hoe." I dropped, coolly. "Nice grammar by the way. She's such a keeper."

"Wooo Y/N 1, challenger 0!" Michael roared his hands in a cone shape like he was commenting boxing. "Just teasing Y/N," he reassured me nicely, "We know no one is ever going to be good enough for your little baby."

"You gotta score, score, score dude!" Calum interjected.

"Where are you taking her?"

"I dunno yet." Luke uneasily answered.

"Take her to the movies!" Michael urged.

"Not the movies…" I groaned.

"What's wrong with movies? You enjoy it when we watch some together." Ashton asked poking my waist cutely.

"It's just that a guy who takes me to a movie on a first date makes me feel like he just wanna make out and don't give two shits about my conversation." I explained.

"That's sort of the point!" Calum objected.

"Anyway, since you didn't fuck her last night she probably thinks you're some polite awesome respectful guy, I'm sure she's already so far down for you she won't mind the movie. Plus, it's not like you haven't already felt it all." Ash stated.

I sighed in exasperation. Felt it all? Was everyone playing me or what? I wanted to scream : He did not make out with her, he did not spend a second more with her the minute he knew I was alone, he loves me, he only wants me, and he always will. I can feel my whole body burning with rage and I'm surprised my eyes didn't burn a hole through the table from starring down at it.

I rose all of a sudden and strode to the bedroom, tired of all their shit talk and feeling I was about to blow and throw an embarrassing tantrum. He only loves me, how can any of these fools even think he could move on so easily? They all know he wants me. I heard chair noises indicating someone had stood up to run after me. Too pride, I didn't turn to know who.

I threw my body on the bed and rubbed my face exhaling slowly.

"Can I lay?" Ashton asked calmly.

"Of course love." I smiled, and he did, right next to me.

"I'm sorry if I upset you with my Middle Age talk, you know I'm not like that right?"

I giggled softly at the idea. Ashton was by far the nicest, most respectful person I had met in my entire life. He'd rarely swear outside of the bedroom, support equality, wanted nothing more than make the world a better place. He was a sweet optimist, tolerant, good natured person. The simple idea of him objectifying women was hilarious. Coming to think of it, Ashton and Luke were much more alike than anyone realized. No, what drove me mad was the idea of Luke's soft hands touching anyone else…

"I know Ashton I'm fine don't worry, I'm just exhausted it was stupid." I intertwined my fingers into his and he rubbed his thumb in small circles. I meant it, I didn't want him to worry and I was not mad at him anyway. Why did he have to be so incredible?

"Do you wanna talk about something?" he tried, bringing his lips to my neck to depose a reassuring kiss.

Yes Ashton, I want to talk about something. I feel incredibly guilty because I can't help but want Luke even if I love you because hell yeah trust me Ashton Irwin I love you I fucking do I love you so much I'd follow you to the end of the world if I had to I'd do anything for you defend you against anything and stand by your side no matter what I can't get enough of you I crave you every second of every single day your hands your lips your dimples your eyes your hair your smile your laugh your jokes your talk your cute habit of drumming on virtually every surface you find and above all the way you make me fall harder and deeper day by day and despite everything I just said despite any logic I want Luke and the problem is I don't just want Luke but I had Luke I had him more than I admit to you I enjoyed having him more than I wish I had because nothing in the world would hurt me more painfully than the look on your face if I ever came to admit what I did I love you so much Ashton I don't want to hurt you I don't know what's worse between lying to you or telling you the truth but yes I think I might feel something for Luke something irrational unhealthy maybe even purely shallow and possessive because he is mine all mine he can't belong to anyone else but me he is my baby mine mine mine...

"No." is all that comes out of my mouth, I give his hand one squeeze. Our code for I love you. He squeezes back twice. I love you too.

"What do you want to do today love?"

"I feel tired, I don't know… What do you want to do babe?" I ask back.

"I'm actually still a bit sleepy, we could watch a movie if you don't mind me trying to make out with you," he jokes winning my smile and giggle "or maybe go on a long crazy adventure downstairs to the hotel spa, my back sort of hurts I don't know…"

"How does movie and massage sound to you?" I kiss the tip of his nose. God I love him so much.

"I know I hate making choices too!" he giggles this adorable laugh, his nose wrinkling.

I straighten up and my eyes scan the room for the remote, localizing it on Ashton's nightstand, just next to his book. I snatch it before giving him.

"Shirt off babe, I'm gonna take care of you…" I coo in his ear, not passing on the opportunity to lick it playfully. "Just pick a movie, kay?"

I scurry to the bathroom and go through my vanity case, fumble between the bottles before I can finally extract my Nuxe oil and happily go back to the bedroom where I see Ashton in just his boxers, standing a hand on his hip, shuffling through the Video on Demand channel.

"What d'ya wanna watch babe?"

I shrug and come behind him wrapping my arms around his body. "Whatever is fine…"

He settles for "My week with Marilyn" and I have a rapid thought on how many guys would have picked an old classic and by classic I mean Fast& Furious, not Roman Holidays. Or any recent guns and bombs movie. Not that I don't like them, but the way Ashton wants to watch some low-key movies is on the list of the billions things about him that has me in awe.

What movie does Luke wanna take that girl to? Probably a rom-com.

"Lay on your stomach." I tell him and he complies, eyeing me as I throw my leggings away. I settle on his butt, my legs on each side of him, the credits of the movie playing. I don't see Eddie Redmayne for I am watching Ashton's back, the defined muscles, the manly shoulders, and the small of his back where some dimples show. I lean to kiss these sweet hollows adorning him, trailing my tongue all the way up his spine until I find his neck, sucking on it gently. His breathing is relaxed but loud, a sweet mixture of ease and arousal, I can feel him smile while I inhale so deeply his smell, the one that says "home" to me. When he's away from me, I wear his t-shirts at night, to feel safe, I clutch to them and nuzzle my face in the fabric to feel like he's here. His soft skin turns all dotted with Goosebumps after I blow air on his neck, and he squirms under me.

"You don't need anyone to massage you baby, you got me…"

I spray some oil in my palms, rubbing them to heat it up a little before positioning them on his shoulders. I strike his bull body at first, slowly and gently, and then start kneading his muscles, the knots and tensions of his back melting under my touch.

"Hmm so good baby…" he mumbled in a raspy voice.

Kneading him, grabbing the flesh, the firmness and softness of him killed me a little more with each touch… What a piece of art… Sliding along his arms, my heart started racing as the defined biceps flexed a little. I squirmed a little and he hummed in satisfaction as he felt my core rubbing his ass.

I graze his sides with snaky hands, he muffles a giggle for it feels a bit ticklish. His body never ceases to amaze me.

Circling his hipbones, covering them in oil, I end up getting him completely naked before I allow myself let my fingers wander to the front, feeling the birth of his curly hairs, and I feel him suck a breathe, trying to raise his hips a little to encourage me this way. I silently peel my shirt off and resume to his shoulders but this time leaning against him so that my uncovered nipples brush his back from his loins to the base of his blades. A strangled moan escapes his lips. I nibble at his nape, moaning myself in slow complaints.

"Fuck…" he whispers in bliss.

I snake my arms under his, inching to the front of his torso, caressing his heavy pecs and poking at his nipples, my face buried in his mane of hair, blowing hot air when exhaling, then breathing in as deep as possible to get intoxicated with the smell of him, groaning occasionally. Suddenly I feel unstable, and Ashton is flipping his body so that he's on his back and I find myself sitting on his cock, my damp tiny thong the only barrier between us.

"I thought I had felt you getting wet." He grinned rocking his hips so that I was feeling friction. "Guess I was right..."

"Shit…" I sighed as he rocks me a little to have my clit pressed against his body. I can't take it anymore and just pushes my thong aside with a hand, seizing his cock with the other to wet his tip against my dripping pussy. I greased the rest of his length by rubbing him with my oily palm, moaning myself at the contact of his softest skin. I drive his head between my folds and lowered until he was filling me entirely. My head already thrown back in delight as he stretches me, settling his hands on my waist to move me, giving thrusts that have me singing.

"Oh-oh-oh Ashton!" I squealed as his perfect cock hit me deep.

"Hmmm you feel so warm, so perfect. I love you…"

I bend to kiss him a sloppy kiss, pushing my tongue in, leaving him no choice. He just lets me do and I feel his giant smile against my lips as he responds to my aggression, his arms wrapping so tight around my back, pulling me closer to him if that is even possible. His tongue rapidly takes over, controlling mine, he alternates between pecks and deep French kisses where he licks at my lips, still thrusting his cock in me, imprisoning my legs under his like a little animal. He flips us over to be on top of me, cornering me under his massive frame, his hands on each side of me and with just a quick nod I know what he's gonna give me. A second later his hands don't support him anymore, his full weight is on me as he keeps on fucking me deeper, making me sink into the covers. I love it when he takes control, when he nearly chokes me with his force and I can do nothing but bear him, endure his assaults.

"Ash Ash!" I whimper, and he snakes his arms around my frail figure, making us impossibly close, lost into each other, still thrusting with all his might. From his groans I could tell just how close he was and I allowed myself to let my orgasm take over, knowing his would come in a matter of seconds.

I lay on top of Ashton, slipping from his oily skin, his steady breathing helping me relax too. His hand come to strike my hair gently and I just remember whispering how I love him so.

I wake up from Ashton' shuffling, and he wraps his arms around me.

"Let's get dressed maybe?" he proposes and I agree, throwing clothes on myself before we head to the boys' room only to find Mike and Cal deep in a game of Fifa. Where's my favorite little boy? We drop on the couch, hands tightly clutched, Ashton brings mine to his lips giving a noisy kiss.

"Where's Luke?" I ask with my best 'not-that-I-care' tone.

"With Tiffany of course, he left a while ago." Mike said his eyes not leaving the game.

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